Death appeared in our relationship
The misappropriation of love was the cause
Someone I loved was drenched in solitude
We never really knew that both of us
Shoved each other away with misalignment!
Now we know that every action is important
We said things that was unnecessary
And before we knew it, it was too late!
We still don’t have the full picture
You only came to me twice
And I guess that is the reason we paid a price of misfiring
Mark Frank
Copyright 2022
I wish to wake up and see a new world,
I wish to wake up and see a new system,
A world free from ills and pills,
A world free from corruption and misappropriation,
A world free from war and air strikes,
A world free from genocide and servitude,
A world free from oppression and depression,
No hungry mouths to feed,
No one is in dire need,
No mass shootings in the day,
No raiding at night,
No one stands to obstruct his brother,
His rights are not trampled upon,
Money is not on a futile chase,
It is not owned by a selected few,
Everyone stands on equal footing,
The table is set for all,
If only my wish would come true.
June 19, 2022,
If Only My Wish Would Come True Poetry Contest.
You open the flood gates if you say
You come from the bush and are in power,
So beside your regular pay
Some misappropriation won't matter.
Billions may pass on your belt each day
And your heart, dangling in greed,
May say to you: "Rustic fellow, make hay
While you can. Only bounds don't exceed."
Your move needs multiple endorsers
En route for the cash to come through.
Further, you lay yourself open to those bribers!
Truly, the day you did it you may rue!
"Where in the world has anyone
Been squeaky clean holding money like this?
As there's none under the sun
Taking some won't be that amiss!
"Seeing you insist on doing this,...
Even though you'll mislead your subordinates,
And are actually providing a basis
For graft,...Open the flood gates!
Money taken from the public purse
Will be in the tens of trillions!
You'll be engendering a captured burse
And bewildered citizens!
Inches to dimes running out of time. Money, space, and a broken place are the only times I remember her face. Tonight I need your sweet caress and playing piano in the dark keep circulating through my sound cloud, and I just want to write poems to 80's music. Go back to a time before viruses inflicted knowledge on my innocence. I was about four feet high and my limitations were as high as the sky. My mind was never at ground level until the day she entered the elevator of my psyche and asked "up or down?" Speechless, I began fumbling, realizing there was more to us than boy's have es and girl's had more than pink cookies in a plastic bag being crushed by buildings. Her question sent me on a crusade. I wanted to be paid in full so I could afford her dime like intellect. She had me dreaming as if I was Billy Ocean. I began warring with self to prove God could really do the impossible and when I finally found the nerve to ask her for a dance, she was already holding someone else's hand. Damn! I always seem to have inches to dimes, now Babyface is singing, "It's no crime." Tough when you're sentenced for a misappropriation of time.
The cup
The mauve coloured love
Filled with tea or coffee
Impish and flirty
Richly ripply
Indulgence in anarchy
Fascinatingly
A festival of crimson glee
Agelessly
A cup of happy time
Smile seated on sweet lime
Tempting me to crime
Of misappropriation for tasting rhyme
Between hungry life and beauty
Between desert and lemon tree
Whether you agree or disagree
Towards an aesthetic view
The filigree I do
With Byzantine hue
On its obviously warm surface
Sometimes shy sometimes shameless
Sometimes suave sometimes reckless
Making mystic lattices
With pink brushes
In bliss time passes
The cup blushes
Sometimes a spring gushes
The thrushes lost in their music
The clock ticks on
Shadows grow taller
Dews gather in the dropper
As dusk walks in
On your evening chin
Time hushes
As the twilight blushes
On the golden rim
As I fill it to the brim
Night and day are gone astray
In pursuit of the chimera
Of my cup mania
The night descends from the stars
Among the firefly flowers
The mania ascends
And the two meet
What a feast
Perambulating in Jail
‘Hey you in the middle march on in median mediocrity’
No subversive elements needed no lateral thinking and
no thinking per se is required once you follow the crowd
‘No eccentricity get into that box until no box is required’
So-called traitors poets intellectuals struggle with blame
are deemed the fifth column since we should be all equal
On the battle fields of evil ‘you are with us or against us’
while the golden mean of virtue and reason withers away
in dire misappropriation of the ancient theme of wisdom
‘Stay on the path’ and soon there will be fences and bars
when you will finally accept the message and convenience that
prisons and goal post surely protect all of us simply from our Selves
Unless of course we chose to march in the centre of convictions
behold as treasures the journey without the meddling middlemen
or women who claim the truth from poisoned cages of indifference
April 2017
Heteronormativity in Jail
‘Hey you in the middle march on in median mediocrity’
No subversive elements needed no lateral thinking and
no thinking per se is required once we follow the crowd
‘Eccentricity get into that box until no box is required’
So called traitors poets intellectuals struggle with blame
are deemed the fifth column since we should be all equal
On the battle fields of evil ‘you are with us or against us’
while the golden mean of virtue and reason withers away
in dire misappropriation of the ancient theme of wisdom
‘Stay on the path’ and soon there will be fences and bars
when we will finally accept the message and convenience that
prisons and goal post surely protect us simply from our Selves
Unless of course we chose to march in the centre of convictions
behold as treasures the journey without the meddling middlemen
or women who claim the truth from poisoned cages of indifference
White House
The man from the window peeped in the morning
Dreamed to send harm other fellow being
He snarled he is superior to all living
Because he showed his white hair.
Folks were present to bear whatever it comes
At last evening fell and dark prevailed in room
Message was wise or unwise no discretion there
His tail wagged Asia Africa nil.
Yes, cases of misappropriation roam sometime in air
Within the four wall of imprisoned faller
Just wink dreadful eyes for death
When will the festival be fist called.
Miracle to me, profounded to all
Kids brain did not catch the notion of fall
Were obstinate with parents, let us move
Sun was same in the sky letting proportion for all.
What type of creed god let him
Even cannot follow the legacy of being
In my head above a vulture was encircling
Give up all idea to fly there from now on.
(Present obstacles).
The situation in my country is terrifying
I wish I can do something gratifying,
Selfishness and corruption by leaders are annoying,
No job,no food ,no water,in a land flourishing
with resources and its occupants are crying,
Mortality rate increases for many are lacking,
Diseases,malnutrition and social vices are thriving,
due to negligence,misappropriation and lack of funding,
From generation to generation this parasite is spreading,
And the vectors and co-vectors foster by multiplying,
I`m bold,educated and ready to die,not compromising,
but I have to join their party to be leading,
Join their party!be like them!what am I thinking?
I can`t sell my conscience because of governing,
If I`m an officer,I would have risen to do general cleaning,
but that era has gone,military government is damaging,
while this cosmetic democracy is more disturbing,
Divine intervention is sought and I`m waiting;waiting!
by soaking my bed with tears daily,weeping!,
Lame and paralyzed I watch the little ones,suffering,
while a few biggies misuse and waste the wealth by deceiving,
Hmm!hmm!I can`t take this anymore!,it is killing.
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